Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 732 633: Mythology, World Order

"Recruit Song Lin into the organization at all costs."

Deep within an ancient architectural complex, resembling a grand palace in an unknown realm, a clandestine meeting was unfolding.

Presiding over the gathering from a Dragon Chair was a figure cloaked in ancient white robes, a horsetail whisk in hand, his face obscured by a faceless mask.

Three potent Magic Treasures hovered gracefully around him: a gleaming treasure sword, an imposing Dharma Seal, and the aforementioned horsetail whisk.

"Lord Taiyi, what designation should we bestow upon him?"

Inquired a strikingly handsome man, clad in a modern suit, his fiery red hair a stark contrast to his emerald eyes.

The Myth Organization operated under a distinct three-tiered structure.

At the apex were the core members, known as True Immortals. The essential backbone comprised Independent Immortals, while the external operatives were designated as Earth Immortals.

The pinnacle of this hierarchy belonged to Taiyi himself, revered as the most formidable entity of the post-mythological era.

Taiyi, the Heavenly God.

"An Earth Immortal rank is sufficient for now. Thunder God and Lightning Mother, expedite the process and bring him into our ranks."

With a simple extension of his finger, Taiyi tore open the fabric of the void, revealing a shimmering golden doorway.

A man and a woman stepped through the portal and disappeared without a trace.

Ever since Qin Shi Huang unified the land and established the nation, the path of Cultivation had seemingly vanished from the Mortal World.

This decline was attributed partly to the explosive growth of human civilization and partly to the drastic depletion of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi.

Yet, the heavens never completely seal off all avenues.

While the Earth itself was devoid of Secret Realms, alternative dimensions existing outside of time and space, richly endowed with resources, were discovered. These hidden domains were known as Secret Realms.

Certain individuals, through serendipitous encounters or the awakening of latent bloodlines, acquired extraordinary abilities, uncovered these Secret Realms, and consequently embarked on the arduous path of Cultivation.

Taiyi was the very first to awaken an Ancient Bloodline and successfully open a Secret Realm.

Subsequently, he founded the Myth Organization, an entity dedicated to the preservation of global order and the careful guidance of its development.

Secret Realms were not merely repositories of resources; they also contained malevolent beings whose release into the Mortal World would undoubtedly spell disaster for humanity.

To ensure the organization's continued prosperity and effectiveness, they periodically integrated promising human elites into their ranks.

Taiyi, the Heavenly God, had maintained control over the world's equilibrium for over three centuries.

The true extent of his power remained an enigma, as all who had dared to witness Taiyi's capabilities firsthand had met their demise.

His objectives fulfilled, Taiyi declared the conclusion of the assembly.

Song Lin was, in essence, a minor player—just another bright talent among the countless prodigies within the vast organization.

What truly captured Taiyi's interest was Song Lin's bold pronouncements regarding the intricate relationship between mechanical advancement and the human spirit.

He argued that humanity's excessive reliance on machinery led to a neglect of the vast untapped potential residing within the human mind.

Song Lin's exceptional aptitude for Go seemed tragically squandered on such endeavors.

Should he embrace the path of Cultivation, his brilliance would undoubtedly illuminate the way forward.

Even if Cultivation proved ultimately unrewarding, he could still be supported to establish a significant presence in the Mortal World, where a majority of major factions bore the subtle imprint of the Myth Organization.

Taiyi harbored no apprehension regarding the potential success of this undertaking.

After all, Song Lin was merely ten years of age. Even if he had commenced Cultivation from within the womb, what significant progress could he possibly have achieved?

...

Back in the Mortal World.

A convoy ascended the mountain where Song Lin dwelled.

Initially, the villagers, having benefited from Song Lin's generosity, attempted to obstruct their path. However, intervention from higher authorities soon cleared the way, permitting the caravan's passage.

Perched at the precipice of a cliff, Song Lin sat in a meditative cross-legged posture, engaged in his Cultivation.

There were no resplendent glows, no sounds of roaring tigers or crying dragons, nor any dramatic flashes of thunder and lightning.

Despite his simple stillness, he emanated an inexplicable aura, as if intimately connected to the pulse of the Heavenly Heart.

After diligent study of ancient scriptures, Song Lin had completely abandoned the conventional cultivation of spells, even going so far as to disperse his existing accumulated Qi.

In this current state, he appeared as unremarkable as any ordinary mortal. An individual of slightly superior strength could easily overpower him.

It was precisely within this state of apparent vulnerability that Song Lin managed to grasp the essence of the Heavenly Heart.

But had he awakened any Divine Skills? Not in the slightest.

Song Lin had been presented with innumerable opportunities to comprehend abilities such as Heavenly Vision or Divine Footwork, yet he resolutely rejected the rudimentary spells advocated by the sages. He refused to be sidetracked, dedicating his entire focus to sensing the Great Dao.

This level of self-restraint was a feat beyond the reach of most cultivators.

Confronted with Divine Skills seemingly within his grasp, how could anyone simply disregard them?

Yet Song Lin—an individual who had already experienced a taste of profound power—chose to turn his back on them.

He exhibited no fear that traversing the world in such a physically fragile True Body might lead to his utter annihilation by external forces.

He had, in a nascent way, touched upon the Saintly Path, the very core of spiritual Cultivation.

In comparison to the profound mysteries of this path, mere physical dangers held little significance.

At that precise moment, the rumbling sound of approaching vehicles shattered the tranquility.

Song Lin halted his Cultivation, rose to his feet, and directed his gaze towards the base of the mountain.

Several automobiles came to a stop before his humble wooden cabin.

From the lead vehicle, a man and a woman emerged.

A pronounced air of arrogance emanated from the man, while the woman exuded a refined courage.

"Greetings, Mr. Song. I am Yus Ling'er, and this is my associate, Lei Huo," the woman stated, presenting Song Lin with a name card.

"And who might you be?" Song Lin inquired.

"Do you entertain the notion that extraordinary powers exist in this world, Mr. Song?"

"Naturally. I myself am the embodiment of extraordinary power," Song Lin declared with unhesitating confidence.

The fifteen-year-old prodigy displayed a self-assurance that was certainly fitting for his status.

The man stifled a chuckle, shaking his head before saying, "Allow me to demonstrate what true extraordinary power looks like."

He extended his hand, his palm igniting with brilliant azure lightning.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Numerous bolts of electric purple, each as thick as a barrel, coursed through the heavens.

An oppressive aura descended upon the surroundings, reminiscent of an impending doomsday.

"Indeed."

Song Lin remained unfazed by their spectacle, his composure betraying no hint of surprise.

"So, are you amenable to joining our ranks?"

"You? Pray tell, who are you people?" Song Lin asked, a flicker of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"We are affiliated with an ancient organization, a collective where a significant portion of our members possess remarkable innate abilities."

"Thus, you've identified me as someone who has the potential to manifest such powers?" Song Lin questioned further.

"Precisely."

"I understand. I accept your offer."

"Will you not inquire about the benefits afforded to our members?" Yus Ling'er asked, a hint of bewilderment in her tone.

"Haha, do you happen to have ancient texts available for perusal?"

Certain doctrines espoused by the ancient sages had unfortunately vanished over time. Others had been corrupted through the interpretations of subsequent eras—Confucian classics being a prime example.

Every upstart had the audacity to add their own interpretations to these seminal works, presuming to call themselves sages.

The same trend was observable within Taoist literature. Whenever an individual penned a text on the Dao, they invariably attempted to link it directly to the legacies of Laozi, Zhuangzi, the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns, or the Three Pure Ones.

Song Lin had observed this phenomenon during his extensive reading.

An overwhelming number of texts were fraudulent.

Furthermore, the meanings of many terms had been subtly altered due to various societal taboos.

Without meticulous scrutiny, pinpointing these deviations was an exceedingly difficult task.

"You have indeed arrived at the correct destination. Our institution houses the most extensive collection of texts in existence, featuring a wealth of original manuscripts."

"Excellent. Then I shall join."

Thus, Song Lin officially became a member of the Myth Organization.

The operations of the Myth Organization were shrouded in secrecy.

In the initial stages, Song Lin was merely a probationary recruit. He dedicated his days to studying within the library and spent his periods of rest in meditation.

Three years elapsed, and upon reaching the age of eighteen.

He successfully passed the required assessments and was formally recognized as an "Earth Immortal."

Initially, Song Lin had assumed the organization's guiding principles mirrored those of the Donghua Taoist Temple—a detachment from the mundane world, an avoidance of worldly entanglements.

However, he gradually began to perceive that something was fundamentally amiss.

The Myth Organization's influence permeated every sector of global society. The families and offspring of its members occupied positions of considerable authority within the mortal realm.

While their public posture appeared benevolent, it concealed an underlying authoritarian inflexibility.

They classified any entities aligned with their objectives as allies, while labeling external, unpredictable forces as destabilizing elements, subsequently suppressing them through both overt and covert means.

They monopolized all access to Secret Realms and cultivation resources, asserting their absolute dominion over these domains.

The Myth Organization had become intrinsically linked with the very concept of global order.

Song Lin perceived the organization's concealed "wickedness," a deeply insidious form of malevolence.

It ostensibly served to safeguard humanity, yet its underlying principle resembled the subjugation and domestication of the human race.

The vast majority of people remained entirely oblivious to this parasitic entity that secretly thrived in the shadows of their existence.

This foundational Myth had become thoroughly corrupted.